Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Is that everything?” I ask. “That’s the whole speech?”
He holds his hands open. As if he’s something even remotely resembling an honest man.
“You need to go now. I don’t want your presence ruining tonight for him.”
His smile is all sharp teeth as he passes me his business card. The dude is so shady. “Just think about it.”
I shove the card in my jeans pocket and head back to the food truck. Enough of the company’s shenanigans. Spending even a small amount of time with the suit makes me feel dirty. Like I should wash myself in bleach or something. No idea how Nash managed to work with him for so long. But I don’t blame him for wanting out. What a creepy-as-fuck individual.
“Let me grab that,” I say, reaching for the tray of tacos waiting on the counter.
Carmen smiles. “I was just about to take them inside.”
“I can do it.”
And I don’t see Angus quietly smoking a joint near the corner of the building. However, he most definitely saw me, and my meeting with Farmer.
“What do you think about buying a bar?” asks Nash, stepping into the shower with me later that night. He takes the bottle of shampoo from me and does the job himself. Massaging my head and working up a good lather. He has such strong fingers and knows exactly how to use them. “Seems like a sound investment in a town like this.”
“Is it for sale?”
“Rose thought her aunt might be open to an offer.”
“Huh.” I think it over. “They must be a lot of work. How hands-on would you want to be?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “Tip your head back. Time to rinse.”
I do as asked and he washes my hair. This feels so normal and right. How he takes such care. Me and him hanging out doing everyday things together. Just hanging out beneath the warm water in the steamy room. The simple joy of being able to place my palms against the hot, wet skin of his chest. I run my hands over his pecs and up to his muscular shoulders as he gets busy with the conditioner. Rubbing it through the long, thick strands of my hair before rinsing again.
It would be so easy to tell him I love him. The words sit on the tip of my tongue, ready to fall out at any moment. And it’s not because he’s rich and handsome and talented. Though he is all those things. He makes me feel this way about him because he got behind the bar and helped Rose, and listened to Molly’s thoughts on the spirit’s journey, and sat in a quiet corner with Carter discussing possible book club selections for an hour or more.
The music industry might have monetized him, but he hasn’t become jaded and lost his passion for life.
“Molly said I can come back to morning meditation,” he says. “And the jogging group promised not to run away from me anymore.”
“Good news.”
“Yeah.” He wraps his arms around me, pressing his front to mine. And this right here is perfect. Just us being skin-on-skin. Any worries or anxiety seem to melt away at the contact. It’s just the heat of his big body and his hard-on pressing into my belly. “You know, you’re very naked right now.”
I press my face into his chest and hold on tight. We should do this for another fifty years or so. What wonderful plans for the future. “You seem to be sans clothing yourself.”
With a hand beneath my chin, he raises my face and presses his mouth against mine. There’s the taste of water and him. It’s like he has his own flavor and scent. Something purely him that I could pick out of a crowd of thousands. No problem. He’s mine and I’m his and this is what’s good and right in our world.
How he groans when I grip his dick and pump it slowly. The skin so velvety soft with steel beneath. And touching is all good and nice, but tasting is even better. Down on my knees, the warm water runs over my hair and down my back and shoulders. And it dilutes the salt of his skin but not the precum I lick off his crown. I tease him with the tip of my tongue. The veins working their way up the length of him. This feels like a benediction, tending to him this way. Taking the end of this long, lovely night into the warm steam of the shower.
I suck on the head of his cock good and hard. Then trace the flared rim around the crown and the small slit sitting atop. And his hands are in my hair, and my name on his tongue. I massage his balls with one hand and grip him hard with the other. Taking him as deep into my mouth as possible. Hollowing my cheeks and working him over until his knees weaken.